Pei Yiman Tries to Let the Rich Get Rich First and Then Lift the Rest

The fake was more real than the real.

The real was faker than the fake.

Such was the unpredictability of worldly affairs.

Faced with what had happened before her,

Fu Mengxue felt that reality was somewhat false.

It was like suddenly seeing pigs flying through the sky—the situation was clearly devoid of logic...

And so,

after examining Pei Yi for a long while,

she finally chose to examine herself.

All she could say was that she truly suspected something might be wrong on her end...

But in the end,

she still failed to find any evidence that she was trapped within an illusion.

After all,

she could even contact the headquarters of [Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion]...

The only problem was that, after headquarters learned of the situation on her side, even they thought she was spouting nonsense and hallucinating. They utterly refused to believe that cold energy capable of multiplying by absorbing heat existed, or that a human cultivator barely in their teens could reach the [Enlightened Intent Realm].

Thus,

after pondering it over and over for a long while,

Fu Mengxue was forced to accept reality to a certain extent.

"Fine."

"For now, I'll assume that the little fellow named Ling Wuyuan really has successfully killed four [True Form Realm cultivators]."

"Over the coming period, I need to learn everything there is to know about him..." At this point, Fu Mengxue looked at Pei Yi beside her. After pausing briefly, she said with utmost gravity,

"As for you, Yiman, I can sense that you possess immense, immense potential—potential far beyond the upper limit of my ability to assess."

"Before that potential, although the [Golden Mist Continent] is by no means weak, it is still far from enough to allow you to unleash all your potential. I imagine that